Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten

By:LogicalRaven

Hello everybody, did you miss me. I am going to forewarn you. This chapter has not been beta read as of yet. I'm sending if off to RavenGryffendor so it should be edited soon. I just thought I'd go ahead and publish since I did promise I'd have it out today.
This has been a long week, and this chapter isn't nearly as long as I was hoping. I was lazy during my vacation and didn't get much accomplished. In fact, I've almost forgotten my own story. I had to go back several times and remember what I wrote. I don't know how Rowlings does it.

Thanks to everybody who is still following me, and I promise that should be the last LONG break for awhile. The next chapter will be up by next Sunday. To anyone who may ask, I had a lovely vacation at the beach. I am now a toasty brown color and completely exhausted. I need to go study for my African Map test tonight. Anybody know where Madagascar is? Just kidding. Thanks again.
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A Christmas Passing



Time passed slowly, almost painfully. With December, came colder weather, shorter days and lost spirits. The tides had slowly begun to shift and the time where the good side of magic ruled seemed to be short lived. Each day brought news of a new plot or worse, a new disappearance.

Cho's condition had improved. She was able to move around and return to duty, but the internal scars would never heal. Healer Bishop and Auror Master Wallace had created a potion to help, but it did little to help her condition improve. If there ever was a middle ground between being human and being a vampire, Cho had found it.

Then there was the issue of Kim Chang's death. Cho's mother was taken back to her home country where they would mourn her for forty-one days. Although Harry wanted to be there for Cho, she had asked him not to come with her.

"I know you want to be there for me, but this is a time for my family," she had told him.

This was looking to be possibly the worst Christmas ever for Harry, with the exception of the ones he had spent at the Dursleys. That was another issue. Dudley Dursley was Harry's cousin, and he hadn't seen him since the fiasco known as Bill and Fleur's wedding.

He had heard though the grapevine that Mrs.Weasley had invited Dudley to the Weasley family Christmas gathering, but didn't know for sure if he was planning on attending. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't. Then there was the issue of his best mate. Ron still hadn't talk to Harry much either since the World Quidditch Cup, mainly because Harry wasn't around for him to talk to. They both seemed to have come to some kind of unspoken agreement, but the friction between them wasn't completely resolved, and Harry himself wondered what the rest of the Weasley clan would think about his front-page display with Ginny.

Surly the twins would be too offended. They'd probably just laugh and joke about it in their normal sense. The worst that could be expected would be a prank. Bill was too busy tending to a now pregnant wife, Fleur. The days of playing the over protective brother had passed; he had his own family now. Then there was Charile. Harry wasn't too sure how Charile would act towards him but he doubted that it would go as badly as it had with Ron.

Then there was Mr. And Mrs. Weasley; both of them had been like parents to Harry. He knew they were disappointed in the article, but Mrs. Weasley had still been insistent that Harry attend the family Christmas, even when he declined the first invitation.

It wasn't only Christmas and Cho's absence that was bothering Harry. The dreaded elections were just around the corner. George Steppin had started his persistence again, and Ron had even owled Harry at the Academy to tell him how Seamus, Dean and himself had dumped a bucket of magical water on him from the upstairs bedroom when he wouldn't quit ringing the doorbell.

The young Aurors in training had kept very busy with all the raids. They had learned and mastered almost all the paperwork Aurors were responsible and even allowed to work on some problem solving aspects of the cases. One of the biggest questions was how Snape had managed to be murdered inside Hogwarts, since nobody was allowed to apperate or disapperate insides the grounds. The charms protecting the school didn't allow it and there were no exceptions.

Then there were other mysterious disappearances and murders to solve too. It seemed like they were being sent to another scene for clean-up and containment on a daily basis. The mentors had all but disappeared. They were out actually hunting the Death Eaters, a task deemed too dangerous for anyone under rank VI.

"What's on the list today?" Michael asked as Susan opened their daily assignments that arrived.

Susan shrugged, "Looks like there has been a raid up in Nottingham that needs containing and processing, and a disappearance in London. Harry and Noel are going to Nottingham, which leaves us going to London."

Michael huffed, "I hate disappearances. All we do is ask question and act like we're important."

"Better than raids…I hate all the paperwork that goes with the them," Harry complained as he stretched and pulled his robe up around his shoulder.

"Oh—Harry you have a meeting in meeting room 5 before we leave," Susan added, reading though the rest of the assignment.

"With who?" Harry asked, but Susan only shrugged in response.

An early morning meeting meant that there would be no breakfast; time was limited even without an extra addition to the schedule. Harry fought his growling stomach as he walked into the meeting room, and came face to face with someone he least expected.

"Good morning, Harry," Albus Dumbledore greeted.

Harry glanced over his shoulder as if he expected someone to come up behind him and tell him he was in the wrong room, "Dumbledore, sir."

"I was hoping we might have a chat," Dumbledore said in a voice that had become all too familiar in Harry's later years at Hogwarts.

Harry swallowed hard and took a seat across from his former Headmaster.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and looked squarely at Harry, "Do you want to be Minister of Magic?"

Harry blinked and turned his head, "Part of me does."

"And which part would that be?" Dumbledore continued.

Harry shrugged slightly.

"The part of you that thinks you can right all the wrongs in the world with that kind of power?" Dumbledore continued.

Harry's head popped up, "So, what is wrong with that? What is wrong with wanting to protect the ones I love? It's happening again isn't it? Nobody will say, but I know. Voldemort is back."

Dumbledore smiled, of all things, "No, Voldemort has not returned, but I fear he has left a path to darkness that someone close to him is following ever so closely."

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked desperately, "I'm not a idiot, Dumbledore, I know I have no business being Minister."

"No, you are not an idiot. An idiot would take the responsibility without any fear or reservation. All you have to do is say the word and the position is yours. Yet, you know you are not ready for that type of responsibility. I thought I would offer myself as a candidate to allow you an out of sort, but I realize your pride and bitterness against me will not allow you to see past what I've offered. I am here to make my final plea. If you believe that I would not make a decent Minister of Magic, then I will bow out. For I have accomplished enough in my life without the title. However, if you believe I would serve as a good successor to Minister Fudge, who I know you do not favor, and your heart tells you that you do not want the responsibility, then I am here to lift that burden from your mind."

"Sir, it doesn't matter what I believe, I'm not the one who wanted to run in the first place. I'll gladly name you as my successor once I'm elected," Harry tried to explain.

"Ah, so you see no other way out do you?" Dumbledore said lightly, "Nobody can make you do anything you do not wish to do. All you have to do it simply say what you feel and the people will listen."

"What?" Harry said suddenly, "Do you have any idea what I've been though? Steppin has made my life a utter wreck."

"I do not believe it is George Steppin who decides the outcome of this election," Dumbledore replied.

"What should I do then? Go and announce it to all the bothersome reporters who camp outside my house in London?" Harry said with frustration, but Dumbledore merely smiled.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore's old face and realization dawned on him.

"Sometimes the simplest solutions are the ones we overlook," Dumbledore said in a whimsical voice.

"I can't just walk outside and tell the reporters I don't want to run, they won't believe me?" Harry retorted as he refused to believe the resolution to this problem could be so easy.

Dumbledore winked, "You're right, you can't just walk out there and tell them you don't want to run. People have an odd way of expecting some sort of explanation."

Sadness could not even begin to describe the climate in a small wizarding village in northern China. The village was were the young Changs had begun their life together. The funeral was a celebration that could not be compared to any other. Decorations with pictures of the Phoenix were draped over the solid white coffin, and the lotus blossoms stood a soul reminder how Kim Chang's passage from life to death was taken so innocently.

The ceremony was to take place over forty-one days, symbolizing the importance and wealth of the Chang clan. Si Chang took tradition very seriously, and wanted the traditional Chinese ceremony in place to morn the death of his bride.

The village was filled with relatives and friends, some of whom Cho knew, and some of whom Cho had never seen before. All of them bared gifts for the family and tears for the passed. Si Chang went to the temple where the body of Kim Chang was displayed everyday at dawn and stayed until well after the sun set.

Cho, whose heart was much weaker, could not.

"I'm going back to London tomorrow," Cho said one night as Boo severed dinner to her and her father.

Si Chang didn't look up from his plate but his voice was stern, "No, you will not. You're mother's funeral is not over."

"I'll return before the burying ceremony," Cho replied flatly as she stared at her bowl of rice.

Si Chang slammed his hands onto the table and looked painfully at his daughter, "Have you no sense, child? Your mother is dead, your brother is dead—there is nothing left for us in that forsaken country."

Cho jumped slightly then set her chopsticks down on the table and took a quick breath, "I have a responsibility father. I know you don't understand that, but I cannot turn my back on it now."

"For him, you go back for him. There is no great responsibility that draws you back, but your love for him," Si Chang said slowly, "He will die, Cho, he will die and leave you even more empty than you are now."

"I don't just return for Harry," Cho replied softly.

"Then for who? You're beloved Cedric? He would not want you to give your life in defending his honor," Si Chang continued.

Cho frowned, "No, not for Cedric. I go because this is who I am father. I am an Auror and I have a greater responsibility then just for my own safety."

"Your greatest responsibility is to your family. I have nothing left but you my daughter. I have lost a son and a wife. I will have nothing if I lose you as well," Si Chang revealed as he broke down into tears.

Cho felt her eyes becoming wet as she watched her father weep, something she had never seen.

"Do not leave me," Mr. Chang cried.

"I don't have a choice," Cho replied in shaking voice, "I'm in too deep now. Even if I don't go back, they'll find me."

"My daughter, I am wrong. I have already lost you as well," Si Chang finally said as he rose from his seat. He leaned over and blew out the candle that sat in front of him and left the room.

The partial darkness engulfed Cho as she sat watching the last candle on the table twitching in the wind. Suddenly the flame turned a soft blue. Cho gasped as a white veil of fog appeared and then disappeared leaving the room pitch black as it took the flame with it.
"Merry Christmas, dear," Mrs. Weasley greeted pulling Harry into one of her bone crunching hugs, "I hope you're hungry."

"Happy Christmas to you to, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said happily as he turned to shake hands with Mr. Weasley.

Christmas was always a good time at the Burrows, and this year proved no exception, and the fears of this being a horrible Christmas seemed liked a forgotten memory. Some of the weight on Harry's mind had finally been lifted. He had taken Dumbledore's advice and granted the reporters outside his dwelling an interview where he explained his fears about becoming the next Minister of Magic and gave them his official rejection of his nomination. He then had fully endorsed Dumbledore's candidacy and encouraged all those who wanted to vote for him to vote for Albus Dumbledore instead.

The news hadn't hit the press before he left Grimmauld for Christmas at the Weasley, but he figured it would be in the morning edition of the Prophet and it was possible Quibber might even pick it up. He was positive that the news would bring several visitors to his door, including his campaign manager George Steppin. Harry had made a mental note to ask the twins for advice on dealing with that particular situation.

It was just like old times, as the kitchen smelled of delicious pastries and puddings. Hermione was also there and it was the first time the trio had been together in ages. To make the situation even better was the fact Dudley had not come to the festivities, and Harry had to grin as he imagined Dudley spending the holidays with Aunt Marge, which he probably was doing. The twins were showing Ron and Charlie their new inventions when it finally dawned on Harry what was missing.

"Where is Ginny?" Harry asked glancing around the room.

"She went to Diagon Alley with Fleur and Bill for some last minute shopping," Ron replied as he carefully picked up a small piece of candy in the shape of a toad.

"Careful," Fred said snatching it away, "That's a wart stick. If you eat that you'll be covered in boils before dinner."

"We can't tick mum off till after presents," George explained.

"We're back," Bill called from the door way as the snow billowed in behind him.

Molly Weasley smiled, "Wonderful, right on time."

"Mum, Dad," Ginny greeted as she leaned upward to give her mother a kiss on the cheek, "This is the boy I was telling you about."

Harry's eyes quickly flashed down toward Ron at Ginny's words. Standing behind Ginny was a tall burly boy who was smiling nervously.

"Hey Wood! What are you doing here?" Fred bellowed at his old captain.

"We figured you'd be playing Quidditch," George followed, "Even if it is Christmas."

Oliver smiled, "I have practice in the morning for the New Years Eve game against the Holyhead Harpies. I got all of you tickets to the game if you'd like to go."

Fred grinned, "Angelina is on that team you know."

Oliver returned the grin, "Yea, I know—I taught her everything about chasing and goal aiming. I should be able to block against her effective. It's the other girl, Beverly Williams that get me every time, she does this spinning roll tuck thing that is basically unblock able."

Ginny nudge Oliver, realizing he was about to get on one of his Quidditch tangents and glared hatefully at the twins for seizing Oliver's weakness.

"Oliver, this is my dad," Ginny introduced, "and this is my brother Charlie. You already know Harry, Ron and Hermione…"

"You're brining him to dinner now? I thought you said it wasn't serious?" Ron blurted out as he examined Oliver with disgust.

Hermione stopped his foot causing Ron to flinch. Nobody seemed to notice Ron's objections nor did they notice when Oliver Wood went into the kitchen alone with Mr. Weasley.

"He's too old her," Ron hissed as everybody started back into their conversations.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "It isn't your business. Ginny really cares for Oliver."

"He's old enough to be her father," Ron protested.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Only if Oliver stared having kids when he was five."

"Still, I don't see what she sees in him," Ron continued as he picked up another one of the twins inventions and examined it.

Dinner went by smoothly and the group was enjoying their bread pudding dessert when Oliver made a loud clearing noise with his throat and everybody turned their heads in his direction.

"I was going to save this for tomorrow, but I think Ginny would appreciate sharing this with her family more," Wood stopped and cleared his throat again.

Ginny seemed to be holding her breath as Oliver's hand felt around in his pocket clumsily and removed something that was hidden in his hands.

"I've spoken to Arthur about this, and he has given me his blessing…"

Suddenly Oliver dropped down on one knee with an open box in his hand, "Ginny, I can't imagine spending another day without you. I know we haven't been together all that long, but if I've learned one thing, it's you never know how long life is going to last…Will you…"

Ginny flung her arms around Oliver's neck cutting off the end of his words. The room fell silent.

"Bloody hell," Ron swore suddenly.

Molly looked nervously at her husband who gave her an assured look, "I never thought my Ginny would…"

"That is so sweet," Hermione beamed as she wiped a tear off her face as Ginny gave her mother a hug.

"Please, this is insane!" Ron protested, "You're actually going to let her get married, she isn't even out of Hogwarts yet."

"You're mother and I were still in Hogwarts when we got engaged, and Oliver has assured me that they will have a nice long engagement."

"But…" Ron started.

Hermione turned towards him, "Oh shut-up your belly aching."

Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to Ron's protest, as everybody was too busy offering their congratulation to Ginny and Oliver. Bill and Fleur smiled happily as Charlie gave Oliver a respectful warning about hurting his sister, it ended with some threat about a Chinese Fireball. The twins were ecstatic, and were already asking Oliver to endorse some of their new product line, since he was a professional Quidditch player and all.

"Am I the only sane one in this family?" Ron cried.

"If you aren't going to be happy for your sister why don't you just leave," Hermione spat acidly as she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him back before he could make an arse out of himself.

Ron narrowed his eyes, "You can't tell me to leave; this is my house."

"Actually this is my house, and I agree with Hermione," Mrs. Weasley hissed as she finally spotted Ron and Hermione arguing. "This isn't the time to ruin the moment for your sister."

"Fine!" Ron snapped back as he disapperated with a loud crack.

The house was empty when Cho arrived. It was late Christmas Eve and more than likely everybody was with their parents celebrating the holidays. The elongated funeral of her mother had finally become too much to stomach and she had illegally appareated back to Grimmauld Place before she had even realized what she had done.

The darkness was a bit of a comfort as she sat on the couch and stared into the fire. Life was never going to be the same from this point forward; she'd never be complete.

"Miss Chang, are you alright?"

Cho didn't move any part of her body, but her eyes shifted towards the small elf that was looking at her nervously.

"Harry Potter has gone to the Weazzy, Miss," Dobby continued.

Cho made a sound that was cross between a sob and a light laugh.

"I'm sure miss could go see him there."

"I'm alright Dobby, I just need to be alone right now," Cho whispered as her voice slowly began to fail her.

"Would Miss like a cup of tea or anything? Anything at all?" Dobby asked with a sympathetic smile.

Cho nodded before curling her knees into her chest. Dobby returned a short time later with a warm cup of tea, but she didn't touch it. Instead she watched the soft steam rising off the cup until her eyelids finally grew heavy and her tears dried up completely.

A poke on her shoulder some hours later caused her to crack her swollen eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Ron Weasley asked in a semi-bitter town.

Cho closed her eyes again and didn't answer, and Ron didn't ask again. Instead he took a seat on the couch next to her and started staring at her now cold cup of tea.

"I s'pose you're looking for Harry," Ron continued, "He's at my parents, enjoying Christmas, but don't worry about Ginny."

Cho lifted her eyes slightly, "Why is that?"

Ron's laugh was so sarcastic that it caused chills to roll down her back, "Because she's marrying Oliver Wood. Marrying! She isn't even out of Hogwarts yet and she's engaged! Bloody hell, the worst part is I'm the only one who thinks she's completely gone mad. Everybody else was congratulating her; they've all lost it completely. Then Hermione tells me to leave, she said if I couldn't be supportive that I should just go, and my mum agreed with her."

Cho watched Ron rant without taking her eyes of him, but she didn't speak.

"Did you have a row with your dad?" Ron asked as he finally felt Cho's dark eyes on him.

Cho blinked and shook her head to affirm a no before turning her gaze back to the teacup on the table.

Ron scratched the back of his head, "Shouldn't you be at your mum's funeral?"

Cho took a deep breath, "I've been there for most of it. I just think 41 days is to long to morn anything."

Ron bit his lip, "Must be an Asian thing. When my great prat of a brother, Percy, died we had him buried in less than a week."

Cho's eyes twisted in slightly confusion and whispered, "You could be a little more respectful of your brother's memory."

Ron flinched slightly, "I just meant that I understand why it must be hard for you—you know with the forty some days of morning and everything."

"Thanks," Cho said quietly, not moving her gaze that was now back on the cold cup of tea.

"If you want to be alone, I can go upstairs or something," Ron offered.

"I came here to be alone, but you aren't bothering me if you want to stay," Cho said softly as she visible tried to fight back her tears.

Ron bit his lip, "Harry really wanted to be there for you. Hermione told me. She sees him—well talks to him, more than I do."

"I've been keeping up with the Prophet, and I'm smart enough to know how to read between the lines. Be honest with me, how bad have the disaaperances gotten?" Cho asked after another moment of silence had passed.

Ron shrugged, "Dunno, I s'pose pretty bad. Hermione doesn't talk much about it. She's been working with the new Vampire legislation that the Department of Regulations of Magical Creatures has been drafting."

Cho frowned, "At least Quidditch is still staying normal."

Ron lowered his head and took a deep breath, "Not really, people are so scared that you know who is back, that ticket sales are at an all time low for next season. I'm never going to get paid at this rate."

"I always thought you'd go into Ministry work after Hogwarts, but I guess you really didn't have a reason to," Cho continued in a flat emotionless voice.

Ron's eyebrow when high, "How do you figure that? I had plenty of reason to go into Ministry work."

"You've never really lost anybody you've cared for."

"What about my brother, Percy, he was killed by Death Eaters," Ron protested, an edge easing into his voice.

Cho shook her head, "Your great prat of a brother?"

Ron lowered his head slightly, "I've seen enough, and I have suffered though this war. We all have."

"I don't see how he lives with the guilt," Cho sighed.

"He really shouldn't have any guilt. He didn't murder all those people, you know who did," Ron retorted.

"Cedric, Sirius, Dennis, his aunt and his uncle…" Cho said softly, "Not to mention all the other ones who probably weigh on his mind. No doubt he blames himself for my mum. I don't even remember her dying, but they said she sacrificed herself for me. I'm really the one to blame."

"I hadn't heard that," Ron confessed, "The papers are pretty tight lipped about it, and Hermione won't tell me because she says the details of the case are classified until the investigation is complete."

"I don't remember much," Cho said finally lifting her eyes to look at Ron, "I just remember bits and pieces. I do know that I'm not strong enough to face Darthaynia again."

"That's the Vampire priest guy who attacked my brother's wedding last year?" Ron asked.

Cho nodded.

"You aren't to blame. You didn't ask that Vampire to come attack Hogmeade, did you? If you ask me the entire thing seem odd. Before the attacks last year, the Vampires hadn't attacked in over two hundred years. They didn't even really sides with you know who during the first war. I wonder what is in it for them."

"Freedom," Cho whispered, "The Vampire clans have remained content with our rules and laws since the Vampire Revolt of 1788. Most Vampires aren't as powerful as Darthaynia, and certain spells can be deadly. It was never worth the risk to the clan before to attack. A Vampire clan is a living breathing soul, they are only as strong as their weakest member. Their bond has kept them content with our rules, but….they're getting hungry."

"Hungry?" Ron repeated, "That makes me feel tons better. I thought they were just doing it for kicks."

"Voldemort promised them muggle blood… it was a tempting offer, and apparently now it is one they can't refuse," Cho continued.

Ron closed his eyes, "We don't really know each other very well, do we?"

Cho blinked in surprise and Ron ability to change the subject completely, "What does that have to do with anything."

Ron shrugged, "I just realized we've never really talked before now. The two of us probably know Harry better than anyone, but we barely know one another."

"I don't understand," Cho confessed as she watched Ron.

Ron took a deep breath, as he appeared to carefully choose his words, "I never realized you were the smart type. I kind of knew because of the Auror thing and you were in Ravenclaw, but I didn't really know."

Cho looked speechless and Ron attempted to continue, "Harry is my best mate and you apparently mean a lot to him. If some crazy Vampire priest is out to get you, I just want you to know that I'll be there to help fight him, that's all."

"Thank-you, Ron," Cho said with the first signs of a smile in days, "That means a lot to me."
The Darkness was spreading, and the disappearances were playing into its favor. Most of Voldemort's Death Eaters had been killed during the war, and now the Death Eaters who remained and their new leader had no choice but to recruit in forceful ways.

Aurors too easily detected the Imperius curse now, but that could be expected after they had been fighting it though two wars. Still, it was just a small set back. Instead of leaving the controlled prisoners in society to do their bidding, they merely let them do their dirty work, so those loyal to the cause would not be sacrificed.

"We have three more my lord," bowed a hooded Death Eater.

"Any of importance?" Lucius Malfoy asked in a slow curling voice.

The Death Eater didn't dare more his head upwards, "No, we didn't want to draw attention to our plans. We took those who will not be missed, the Prophet will not even report it."

"Excellent," Lucius said as his lip curled upwards, "Is my son here yet?"

"Yes, my lord. Should I send him in?"

Lucius nodded and waved his hand towards the Death Eater as a signal to leave. The Death Eater quickly scrambled out the door which open only moments later again.

"Father," Draco greeted but suddenly stopped.

Lucius Malfoy's eyes glowed a deep red and his once white pasty skin was not a sickly grayish green.

"My son, you have done your father proud."

"I have failed, Cho Chang still lives," Draco replied.

Lucius Malfoy took a deep breath, "Have you not read the paper?" Potter has dropped out of the election."

Draco's eye grew as he looked at his father curiously, "Won't that mean Dumbledore will be elected minister."

"Better Dumbledore than Potter-- he's too old to cause us much grief anymore," Lucius explained. "Potter on the other hand, could cause us much trouble, especially after he finishes his Auror training. Do we still have our contact inside?"

Draco nodded, "She's willing, but difficult. Yet, her weakness is so simple and easy to read. She's in love with Potter."

"Excellent, love is a great weakness and one that can be used to our advantage," Lucius said coldly as he rose from his seat. "There is something I would like to show you."

"What is that father?" Draco asked, "If I stay gone too long, people will begin to suspect. I won't have such a strong foot holding in the Ministry once Fudge is out of power. I have to be cautious."

"Our former master has left us a path, Draco. Would you like to taste immortality?" Lucius asked as he pulled dusty book off a bookshelf that was hidden in the back of the throne room by the darkness.

Draco glanced at his father and shivered, "As what cost?"

"We will rule the world as father and son. All you have to do is study what our master has left us," Lucius said quickly as he passed the book to Draco. "Let nobody see that book, it is precious."

"I will let no one see it," Draco promised as he tucked the book deep into his robes.

Lucius grinned, "I am sending a convoy to the Giants again to call on them to act on their debt to us. Once we have the Giants cooperating then we will attack the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore will not last long as Minister of Magic—well at least the Dumbledore we know."

Draco lowered his head in respect, "I'm am here to serve the cause. Let me know how I can help."



This has been a long two weeks! I didn't think I'd get to update in time, so I'm skeptical about making any future promises.
I will try my best, that is all I can offer.

NEXT UPDATE: 09-19-04